It’s always been there,
and on my mind,
the edge of windows
unreachable to blinds.
As I drive, I swear it follows me
the angle is always just right
to burn my retinas clean through
and lustrate my sight.
I yearn to live in shadow,
see those things that only come out at night,
where they won’t be burned to smithereens
by the sun’s misguided light.
But she envelopes me in warm embrace,
asks me not to leave just yet,
I say I’m just not fit for living
without choice, the sun sets.
How could I live at the mercy of she
who warms, burns, and clings ‘til she’s gone?
Better to live in cold darkness assured
that there will never be a dawn.
Still she smiles from the east like it’s some kind of joke
I’m still here, every morning, every day,
each shield I turn to is crowned
with the sun’s ubiquitous rays.
So one day I took off running,
did my best to not look back
fleeing east to west, red creeping
beneath my eyelids when I start to slack.
Finally, I struck a deal with the night
by my life, the deed is done
through mountains and oceans, forests and valleys,
I’ve finally outrun the sun.
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